"I just got the news. Come back to the restaurant with me."
Qingluan nodded...
Tang Xiaobao said, "Okay."
Linglong was a little unwilling and said, "Is there anything that can't be said here?"
She wants to go too.
Qingluan said nothing, just looked at Tang Xiaobao with a pleading look on her face.
"Okay, you guys go back first. Miss Qingluan and I will be back soon. By the way, I'm treating you tonight. I'll treat you to delicious food."
Tang Xiaobao said.
Linglong felt a little aggrieved.
Tang Xiaobao and Qingluan had already left the spot in a flash and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Let's go back too."
Linglong sighed.
The crowd watched the three of them leave.
At this time, in the Tianji Pavilion Restaurant, in Qingluan's boudoir, a maid handed a black box to Qingluan.
"Okay, you can get out now."
The door was closed.
Qingluan waved her hand to set up a barrier, placed the black box on the table, bit her finger, and a drop of blood fell on the box.
Suddenly, the formation on the black box was activated, and countless complex and profound lines began to flow.
Obviously, this box cannot be opened successfully by force, and even if it is opened, the things inside will be completely destroyed.
This requires the essence and blood of Qingluan as a guide to break the formation.
The way Tianji Pavilion conveys information is indeed unique.
Tang Xiaobao was a little excited.
This concerns the whereabouts of Nuwa, so of course he was excited.
The black box was opened, and Qingluan took out a few parchment scrolls from it. It was obvious at a glance that they were quite old and had probably been preserved for countless years.
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